POEM

Yeah, I still do remember  My childhood December In the broken and departed evenings In lawn’s door the sunlight peeps

Thy beauty Thy love drowned my soul into a never-ending horizon of bliss,   A bliss that reminds me how

बालविवाह दैनिकी घटना सुन्दा/देख्दा कहिलेकाहीं म बडो चिन्तित हुन्छु यो सोचेर किकस्तो अजिव नियम बनाइदियो यो समाजले,भर्खर फक्रन लागेको कोपिलालाई

Tired Wait Still standing curvely against the door, and the body has become a stationary material. Disappointment has overcome. No

Born a warrior You are born a warrior, You conquer the mighty empires. Let thy hopes be higher than Himalaya,

म कहाँ जाँउ कानुन अन्धो हुन्छ भन्ने, सुनेको थिए मैले, तर आज लाग्दैछ, यसको आँखामा बाधिएको त्यो कालो पट्टी कसैले